Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
Don't be sorry. That was easier said than done. She didn't argue though. Nor did she object when her path back to the bar was blocked. Her shoulders just dropped wearily, any of the usual fight completely gone from her. Getting tired of my own words
"A room..?" She had to think. "Well... not really? I've been napping in the break room, mostly." Borrowing the bath after someone else, changing clothes when she remembered to - but mostly Maea had been making do without a room of her own. It was better to remain surrounded with people, after all. If she was alone, there was time to think, and fret, and let fear take hold. It was not so easy as simply not being afraid, after all. "I can just go back there, though. No need to make a fuss." She could just dit down for a while, then get back to work when no one was looking.
Sing to me, cause I can't hear myself
through the loudness of my own hurts
through the loudness of my own hurts
base inspired by Odd <3
